Pome

[innerbrat]

I was just flicking through my lab notebooks, when I found this thing I wrote last year sometime.

I don't even know what state of mind I was in at the time, and buggered if I could polish it. So now I don't know what to do with it.

I found a heart shaped balloon
tied to a fence.
It was one of those foil-and-helium affairs;
overpriced, rather tacky, making crude metallic noises in the wind.
And I couldn't figure out
what it was doing there.
The fence divided the wood from a field of horses.
It had rained heavily the night before,
and woodland path and field were sticky with mud
but my footprints were the only sign of people going past
and it wasn't my balloon.

It mad me think of you, though,
that balloon.
It had just been left there by no one
and I thought someone should have it.
You should have it.
So I untied it from the frame and held it tight
all the way home.
So when you got home it'd be waiting for you.

But the helium leaked out slowly
and in a few weeks it was dead and lifeless
and I had to throw is away

So you never saw it.